O you, my nights, O long-awaited black-
ness, O proud country, O obstinate sec-
rets, O long looks, O thundering clouds
O flight beyond skies which are closed
O great desire, O scattered surprise
O beautiful journey of th enchanted sprite
O worst evil, O grace that flies
O open door where we enter night
I dont know why I die today
Before th eternal rest above.
I dont know for whom Im prey
I dont know for whom Im love.
